Standing by ringwalls of stone Deepest dungeons Passing irongates Nor the golden sendt dreams Under towers that Once stormed in sight That never storm
Hill.. the elder ravens Above borgs layed in fog Forget not The blasphemic nordic deeps
Shadows... steal our souls Into what we once were I'm feeling That well be taken there
Closed in time for those Who shall not pass our gatesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.